"The evidence has been taken by you. If you weren't guilty, why did you kill and silence me!"
A burly man next to Roten snorted coldly. He was Marquis Mengchong. He was also one of the ten marquises, but he was on the side of the hardliners.
"Marquis Mengchong, you can eat whatever you want, and you can sleep with women wherever you want, but you can't talk nonsense."
Zhang Ning said gloomily.
Meng Chong's face darkened, and he was about to retort when he saw Roten wave his hand.
Everyone looked over and heard Roten say word for word: "You are right, the witness is dead, and now there is no evidence.
But I, Roten, have always done things randomly. Sometimes, I don’t need evidence, I just rely on intuition! This time, I can pretend that nothing happened, but if it happens again, I won’t care about any evidence, I will
Kill your whole family!"
Looking directly at the old marquis across from him with cold eyes, Zhang Ning was so cold that he couldn't help but turn his head to the side, secretly cursing that this guy must be crazy.
Others' expressions changed slightly, and they wanted to scold but did not dare to speak.
They all know that Roten is not only known as a butcher, but also a madman who dares to risk his life.
This guy has always been unruly. If he was really angered, he would really do crazy things like massacre his opponent's whole family! What old guys in politics like are dirty tricks and what they fear is conspiracy. Luo Teng acted openly and honestly.
Once the posture was opened, they couldn't catch it.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the study was extremely depressing.
It was Gothe who broke the silence, coughed dryly and said: "Okay, General Roten's words have been left here, you just need to listen carefully.
Let me paraphrase my father's words again, please remember them."
He took a deep breath and said in as low a voice as possible: "If you serve the country with a public heart, you can avoid all sins; if you serve yourself selfishly, you will die a hundred times!"
There were only sixteen words in total, but everyone's heart sank when they heard it.
The contemporary Thunder Emperor named Gao Mei was violent and warlike, otherwise he would not have tolerated a butcher general like Luo Teng.
In recent years, Gao Mei changed his temperament and lived in seclusion, rarely managing the government affairs. This allowed the marquises to gradually become more powerful.
However, the Thunder Emperor's prestige is still extremely high. At this moment, the sixteen words he threw out weighed on everyone's hearts, and they suddenly broke out in cold sweat.
Seeing the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, Gothe seemed very satisfied. He smiled and said, "You guys can do your own thing... General Roten, is it time to go out and meet the guests?
I’m looking forward to your poetry party!”
Roten stood up slowly, glanced around at the old marquis across the street, snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.
It wasn't until Roten left for a long time that the atmosphere in the study relaxed a bit.
Mi Wenlong wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but said: "Roten's momentum is getting stronger and stronger. I heard that he just broke through a few days ago and is only one step away from the peak of divine transformation!"
"Hiss..." Several old marquises who had never heard the news were shocked and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"Roten is less than fifty, right?
You have actually stepped on the threshold of the peak of divine transformation!"
"Oh my God, doesn't that mean that he is very likely to be weak before the age of sixty?"
"I've heard that this guy is a cultivator, but I didn't expect that he would break through so quickly! I remember that during the last border war, he had just entered the realm of god transformation...it only took a few years!"
Several old marquises couldn't help but started talking and became more and more afraid of Roten.
"So what if he's still weak... Besides, he's not still weak."
Zhang Ning showed a hint of disdain, "Even if he is still weak, he is only one person! And we are countless people!"
When several old marquis heard this, they all smiled slightly.
Indeed, in terms of momentum, they are far inferior to Roten.
But in politics, momentum is not enough! No matter how powerful a hero you are, can you guard against open attacks or hidden arrows?
If you can guard against one hidden arrow, what about ten, hundreds, thousands and thousands of them?
There is always an arrow that can hit you, right?
When Roten and Gothe arrived at the banquet hall, they immediately received a burst of cheers.
Many girls gathered around, vying to show off in front of Gothe, hoping to win his favor and become his dance partner.
But Gao De just smiled and waved his hands to indicate that he didn't want to dance. The girls couldn't help being disappointed and scattered one by one lonely.
Now that the host has arrived, the men and women on the dance floor have also finished dancing, and the musicians have begun busy preparations. The poetry meeting is about to begin.
Roten sat down with Gao De, looked around, frowned slightly and asked the adjutant beside him: "Huang Yong, where did the lady go?"
Huang Yong said with a strange expression: "Miss just returned to the room and locked herself in and couldn't come out."
"Why?
There are so many guests here, why doesn’t she entertain them?”
Roten said in surprise.
Huang Yong smiled bitterly and said: "It seems... the young lady's dance partner made a bet with Mi Shenxing that each of them must write a love poem to the young lady in competition, and the loser will automatically give up the opportunity to pursue the young lady.
The lady felt that Mi Shenxing was bullying her dance partner, so she planned to write a poem herself..." "Nonsense!"
Roten's eyes widened.
Gao De clapped his hands and said with a smile: "There is such a thing! It's fun!"
"Wait a minute, what's the name of Miss's dance partner?"
Roten was about to lose his temper when something suddenly occurred to him and he changed his question.
Huang Yongdao: "Li Xuan.
He is an exchange student from Yunteng and has just entered school."
"It's him..." Roten raised his eyebrows.
Gothe asked curiously: "Who is it?
I would also like to meet someone who can make Luo Li look at him differently and personally write poems for his cheating."
"Has Your Highness heard of the man who broke the examination record of Gaofuyuan?"
A rare smile appeared on Roten's old-fashioned face.
Gothe's eyes lit up: "Who is it?
I also planned to go to Gaofuyuan in a few days to see who is so ferocious and can get full marks in the terrible exam of Gaofuyuan. I didn’t expect to see it today! But...he is powerful in the talisman formation, but he is gone.
You must also know how to write poetry, right?"
"Maybe it will give us a surprise.
Your Highness, maybe we can see a good show today!"
Roten said meaningfully.
"I love watching good shows the most!"
Gao De said with a smile, "Tsk, tsk, Gao Fuyuan's rising star will face Mi Family's Mi Shenxing, it sounds exciting.
It would be better if the person named Mi could be humiliated!"
"Maybe."
Roten said noncommittally, "They like to bet, so let them bet.
Let’s just watch the show!”
"Then let's watch the show, it's really exciting!"
Gao Dedao.
The melodious poetry echoed in the banquet hall.
Although the Rothen family's poetry meeting was just a pretense, it was still well prepared.
The band invited is the best from Dituo, and the singer is also a quasi-singing king who is famous all over the mainland.
Several poems in a row are gentle love poems, and under the interpretation of the singer, they are full of power to touch people's hearts.
Many young men and women are immersed in the emotion of the song and cannot extricate themselves. They plan to run out and have a vigorous love after a while. Even some elders show a look of sadness, obviously because the singing has aroused some happiness or excitement.
Sad memories.
After a few songs, there was thunderous applause, and some people even loudly asked the band to play another song.
At this moment, someone walked up to the stage with a smile and waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.